The Sunday Mail
Khulekani Ndlovu, Form 4
Marondera High School
Blow winds blow , from pastures to deserts |
Fly birds fly, from lowlands to highlands
Let your silent whispers carry my malevolent message
Let your melodies ascend with my prayers to the heavens
Wave trees wave, from the right to the left
Let your swaying motion hum my pains for my kingdom of nature
Red soils comfort my heel, fear punctures my motion
Gather into a red carpet for my tender feet to tread upon
Green trees shake your children, anger burns my joy
Weave into a green fan and drive away the sinking heat
Chromatic flowers let your petals hug me, my sorrow smells
Gather into a chrome bouquet and shower me with scents
I await your tears dear sky
Let your raindrops soothe me and fill my drying rivers
Of humanity and love extremity
I await your smiles dear sun
Let your light locate my path and bloom my succumbing flowers
Of hope, care and a truthful tongue
I await your storms dear clouds
Let your thunder strike my fears and awaken my sleeping dreams
Of a dancing future and singing success
My kingdom is declining I ask for your mercies
Hunger is flowing out of my palace because of your ignorance
Why are you cutting my trunk of patience ?
Why are your burning down my love for beauty?
Nature is my kingdom, the spring of all life
Destroy it and you are digging a mass grave
The queen has spoken!